La La La (feat. Ice Billion Berg)

I'm bout that life, I guarantee
Play with me, it's R.I.P. Dead man on the streets
Hit him once, I take his life. I'm on his ass like white on rice
Look me wrong, I won't think twice. Treat you like a jeweler, put your body on ice

I ain't nothin' nice, I'm shady, O.B. Trice
Had that nine in my bag, ask Mark, nigga, I never flag
Keep that WiFi, I never lag. She love the gag, she love the guy
She love to ride, I come inside. Tell her keep her mouth open wide

I don't get tired, I'm on the route. I don't chase clout
I'm bout that life, I guarantee. Eat his face, they gon' need I.D
Fuck Christmas,it's Halloween. Jump in houses, new flat screen
I'm bout that life, I guarantee. Play with me, it's R.I.P

Play with me, it's R.I.P. I'm bout that life, I guarantee
Play with me, it's R.I.P. Dead man on the streets
Dead man on the streets. I'm bout that life, I guarantee
Play with me, it's R.I.P

Yeah, that's the one when I hated to lose. All of my friends was makin' the news
Was it a victim or was it a shoo? Either way, that shit wasn't so cool
I was tryna do it different, even if I hit you. I ain't tryna go out like a goof
I was on some new edition shit, I gotta cool it down. They be watchin' my moves

Bitch can't take me out of my groove. At least not this time
And I don't care, I ain't wrong. You nigga, you could go on here and switch sides
Weak niggas switch quick like ties at Pit Stop. Real product of my environment, nigga
shit don't stop. Cause I could really be on some old vibin' shit, I want my clique on top

But if I feel like I gotta go up a lot, then them bricks gon' drop
The perimeter still on lock. The killer still gon' kill on sight
Hit shit then peel on bites, nigga. Hit shit then peel on bites, nigga
Buy that life I guarantee. Play with me, it's R.I.P

Dead man on the streets. Dead man on the streets
I'ma buy that life I guarantee. Play with me, it's R.I.P
R.I.P



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Writer(s): Falcao Monge
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